Once upon a time in the little country of Blogistan there was a lot of folks that liked to hunt everything from varmints to giant cave bears.
The law in Blogistan only allowed persons to own rifles in one whole increment of a millimeter. So the only cartridges available was a 5mm, 6mm, a 7mm, a 8mm, a 9mm and a 10 mm for the largest of the cave bears.
It was sufficient for everyone and everyone got along fine.....until one day some mean little bloggistanner discovered how to make his own barrels and dies.
He had heard the banter and ribbing that went around the campfire every year around mammoth camp between the 8mm folks and the 9mm folks and he went to work making a 8.5mm stanner.
Well all billy hell broke out when the word got around that Mr. Chinwester was showing up in mammoth camp this year with his 8.5mm stanner. It obviously had the flat trajectory of an 8mm and the smashing power of the 9mm and everyone immediately wanted one.....(having never tried one)
Chinwester was selling barrels left and right and became famous and very wealthy. He hired people to work in his factory who then learned how to make barrels and went on their own because they too wanted to be wealthy and famous.....as a result there was soon an 8.25mm and a 8.75mm and even an 8.25mm CI....(chinwester improved)..... As time went on, the proliferation of cartridges was so complete that there was a cartridge in every increment of .1mm and variants of length as some stanners now wanted a short block and a long block cartridge. (bolt actions hadn't been invented yet)
Sure enough, as time evolved, there was now three hundred different cartridges to choose from.......and guess what.....things didn't change one IOTA.....they still went to mammoth camp and argued and bantered between their 8.015 Stanner and their 8.016 stanner! Some even suggested that it would be great if they could get a 8.0155 stanner....the best of both worlds.....
As it turned out....they argued and bantered and conjoled so long that they forgot to go hunting for mannoths and went the winter without meat.....and all the blogistans starved to death.
And now the moral of the story..... sooner or later we just grab a gun and go hunting and quit picking the fly [bleep] out of the pepper!
That was hilarious!
